I was on a bike tour in Colorado about thirty years ago with my wife and a younger friend. One afternoon, a lightning storm sprang up near us. Our young friend and I didn't think much of it until my wife took off like a bolt. It was all we could do to catch up with her. She raced to a cafe a few miles down the road and nearly leaped indoors.
It turns out my wife had seen people struck by lightning at the beach in Florida where she spent many a summer. This instilled a permanent, instantaneous flight response to lightning, even when it is striking the hills around you and you are in a valley.